I am Soviet Adoptee - And I Have Asthma at 31. Here's What I Wish I and Others had Known...

I was adopted from former Soviet Russia in 1994. Specifically, Chisinau, Moldova. I read my files about three months ago, and it said I had chronic bronchitis, as a baby and I was told by my adoptive mother I was in the hospital a lot. Fast forward 29 years later, I have medical issues of unknown origin, keeping in mind zero family history because of where I am adopted from.
Yesterday, after having an asthma attack in the doctor's office while waiting for my appointment, I got my diagnosis of mild persistent asthma. On top of that, I found out I have Ukrainian descent, plus one of my birth parents was Ashkenazi Jewish. So, while I navigate a new diagnosis of asthma and a life-altering fact about myself and my parents, I continue to learn more about my asthma, and how to advocate for myself.
Things I wish others knew:
I am not lazy, or out of shape. I have a chronic lung condition and I need medicine to help me breathe. Not everyone will get that, and that's on them to learn and choose to get it.
I may lose friends who think I'm faking or trying to skirt responsibilities. I explain it like I am talking to a kid. I tell them "I use these to help me breathe because my lungs don't work properly. Just like my glasses help me see and my cane helps me get around, my albuterol helps me breathe..." Then I let them decide if they want to listen or if they walk away. And I tell myself that is not a reflection of myself, but of them. And I move on.
I have more to focus on in life, like hockey, skateboarding and art.
Sometimes dumpster fires have to happen for the dumpster flowers to grow...